If I ask him what true love is

his thoughts doubtlessly dance

to the love from another.

If I ask him about heartbreak

he would think of her.

But I know,

his first heartbreak.

was from no one,

but himself

well before he placed his heart

in the rough hands of another.

his first heartbreak:

The endless cruel words he fed himself

The countless lies, he told his inner self-conscious,

The innumerable days that he had suppressed the intake of food

just for the sake of being “perfect”.

every word,

every lie,

every day on an empty stomach,

those thoughts,

slowly becoming a deadly virus,

a virus that makes the body weak,

like a cell breaking from a tumor,

slowly spreading through the bloodstream.

a full head of hair becomes shiny armour,

healthy lips become pale purple prunes.

smiles become frowns,

polos and pattern shorts become hospital gowns.

his first heartbreak

was from no other than the deadly thoughts

that ran through his head.

true love,

was never meant to be with anyone else

but himself.